Tuesday,
September 13, 2011
Dear
Kathy and Suzy,
Today was another cuddling
session—hugs and finance, hugs, and bills, hugs and talk of people she’d better
pay off, but hugs, nonetheless.
I
got a chocolate milk shake for Mom at Jack in the Box by Vivian Ave. (I think
it is)—drive through-- and got to Aegis at 1:40 or something like that. I saw Kay in the dining room, and their
bedroom door was closed, so I knocked and went in. Mom was lying on her bed with her hands
folded on what would have been her lap had she not been lying down. She didn’t really want to sit up at all, but
the milk shake motivated her, and even though she took just a little bit at a
time, there were several times, and she
said it was one of the best she’d ever had.
Since she didn’t want to even sit
up, I didn’t expect her to accept my invitation to the garden, but I asked her
just out of habit, and then I lay down beside her and put my arms around
her. She said it felt good, but then she
said that if “Confucious” came in, she’d say, “So that’s what you’re up to,” so
I had better be ready to spring.
I told her I was ready. I also asked, “Is that what you call Kay? Confucious?” and Mom said, “Not to her
face. She doesn’t have a sense of humor
AT ALL. She really, really hates
me.”
I told Mom that Kay/Confucious had
neurological problems. Everyone in their
right mind loves her, and they’d have to be out of their mind not to.
I read her the nice letter from the person in her reading group,
but Mom was more interested in getting her accounts squared away than in
reading anything besides bank books. She didn’t know how she was going to pay
all the bills. People were lining
up. I told her I’d heard that her bills
were all paid, and she didn’t have to worry, and she said, “That’s good to
hear.” And
then she asked, “Where is my bank account.”
She also told me, “I’m praying to God to
forgive my debts or help me pay them and make my path more…accessible.”
She called me Tina, which I don’t
think she has done the last two times, though last Sunday she introduced me to
Divina along with Jonathan as “My daughter and grandson.”
Then she said, “I’ve been thinking
about Jonathan. He’s so sweet and
thoughtful. Is anyone threatening to sue
him if he doesn’t come through?”
“Come through with what?” I asked,
expecting her to speak of ransom.
“A ring, a date, and a reason.”
“A reason for what?”
“The date.”
“You’re right! It’s good to have a reason for the date. I don’t think anyone’s suing him. But you can ask him when he’s out here again—for your
birthday.”
“If I make it.”
“What do you mean if you make it?”
“Well, my mother’s planning my party, but I don’t know
if I’ll get there or how much bloodshed there will be before the party’s
over.”
I told her I hoped there wouldn’t be
any bloodshed at all, and I hope that
didn’t put too much more pressure on her—set too high a standard.
I asked her what she’d like to do at
her party (besides attend to the bloodshed)
and she said, “Sit and look at people.”
She told me that I’d better go
before her roommate came back, and I reminded her that I’d just heard that all
her bills were paid and she didn’t have anything to worry about, money wise,
and everyone loved her.
“Anyone who doesn’t love you is out
of her mind.”
I told her I loved her, and she
repeated after me.
I told her I’d bring her another
milk shake the next time I came, Saturday, and I’d try to have a straw that
bends.
Love,
Tina
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